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Seeing this, the eyes on the Dharma image glowed with wisdom. The black sword was actually formed from the spiritual consciousness of Wang Meng, Chen Lue, and Cheng Sheng, which gave it extraordinary power; however, should the blade suffer any damage, all three of them would be injured.

Chen Xueyan’s cheeks were swollen, her hair was disheveled, and her face was streaked with tears—a truly wretched sight.

Without further ado, Long Chen slowly withdrew his palm, and a palm print of spiritual energy slammed fiercely toward the Heavenly Evil before him.

Quan Xinghua transformed into a streak of green light, darting between the roots. Even though the tree demon continuously extended its roots to intercept him, it was to no avail.

Tossing the gold directly to Long Kun, Long Chen left him with a bitter expression. Treat him? How was he supposed to do that?

"Let’s head back." Li Xiaohe replied. The two walked onto the road toward the black off-road vehicle.

Long Chen left the ordering to Xi Feiyan. Clearly wanting to save some points for him, she ordered only a few modest, inexpensive dishes.

Indeed, one becomes like those with whom one associates; it could only be blamed on Xi Yue’s inability to distinguish right from wrong and her own inner vanity.

Xun Yiting finished speaking with great patience, but seeing Li Ruoyi shaking her head incessantly, tears streaming down her face, she knew that not a single word had sunk in. It had all been for naught.

Xia Yun could not fathom it, but at least he felt relieved; since Qian Huan possessed such ability, he would not die even if he could not win.

Ye Chen’s time spent comprehending profound mysteries was far less than that of his enemies. After all, his opponents were ancient beings who had lived for decades or even centuries, while he had only been practicing martial arts for half a year.

The Evil Race was belligerent and revered the strong, which was why the Qingtian Tribe was supported by others—the Qingtian Tribe was simply too powerful.

"Pfft!" Lin Ran spat out his drink, his face flushed red as he stared at Qiao'er, dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost.

Nodding, he was just about to move when a loud shout rang out. Qiong flew forward, drawing a dagger from his waist and thrusting it toward the throat of the strange beast.

"Old sir, you are too kind," Wuming said with a humble smile and a look of respect.

Everyone watched this miraculous scene. Of course, they were not shocked by the scale of the celestial phenomenon; the Martial Continent was full of wonders, and what they cared about was the source of this manifestation.

As Lu Yun spoke, he trembled incessantly. Perhaps Shen Mingze’s words had reminded him of a terrifying scene.

This time, Huo Ziyin’s wrist was not in his grasp. After probing the power, Ji Wuyan looked at Huo Ziyin in disbelief. Huo Ziyin was actually using his soul power to forcibly suppress it.

A divine beast’s most formidable state was its beast form, but for the sake of the environment within the city, the Great Serpent King had to fight in human form. Even so, it was effortless; a human at the Martial Monarch rank—and an elderly one at that—was vastly inferior to the Great Serpent King, who possessed the bloodline of a divine beast.

Cao Peng had a deep understanding of an ability like Galio’s, which was of a very powerful type. Even so, that ability was only A-rank. How powerful must an S-rank, which surpassed A, be?

Before the ancient war, the world was filled with vital energy, and cultivators could break through their internal barriers simply by absorbing it. After the ancient era, the world collapsed and the vital energy scattered, making it necessary to consume spiritual items containing such energy to advance.

The two cores were created by the Third Generation’s grandson. He did not know what method was used to cram two cores into a single Hoffnung.

On the beach, everyone held hands and danced in circles around the bonfire in the center; it was quite pleasant.

Beneath him, within the impossibly massive iceberg, piles of demon corpses were vaguely visible, adding a layer of eeriness to the exquisite beauty.

Thinking back, he realized he had truly been a newborn calf unafraid of the tiger, completely unaware of the true strength of the Church.

However, whenever they were on the verge of communicating, that icy blue figure standing high in the sky, looking down upon them, would use a meteor shower to forcibly scatter them once again.

"Heh, didn't think I'd come back out, did you?" After throwing a punch, he drifted backward and said with a grin.

Indeed, the situation had not improved much... but at least with Bao Yuyun’s combat power lost, the enemy would no longer face them head-on, right?

Hearing that there was a chance to survive, the fierce ghosts were secretly delighted. Even with their terrifying, mournful faces showing slight smiles, the sight was all the more chilling and gruesome. Any ordinary mortal witnessing this would surely have fainted on the spot.

"Many thanks for your concern, Young Master Chu. Once I finish this pot of wine, I shall return." Yun Zhi nodded with a smile. She was waiting; she was waiting for Dongfang Bu to arrive.

Whether or not he became the Heavenly Dao was unimportant to him. To this day, his greatest dream was to find Sandy and bring her back so they could be a family again. Even if his cultivation were to drop back to that of a Heavenly Immortal, it would not matter.

Suddenly, a familiar sensation and the familiar scent of a masculine man swept over her, invading all her senses.